Madeline Jane

Madeline Jane
May 14th, 12:25 p.m.
8 pounds, 8 ounces
21 inches long

We're in love.

Daddy's girl

It's good to be home with our baby girl.

We're calling her both Madeline and Maddie. Thanks for all the cards, e-mails and phone calls. We're trying to catch up with everyone and adjust to life so hopefully we'll talk with you soon.

Procrastination: Love and hate relationship

It's a strange feeling to know that this baby could come tonight or in two weeks. We have no idea when she's going to make her move and while it's pins and needles to not know, it's fun at the same time.

So far, I've loved my first week off from work. It's been great to catch up on some things I've needed to do for awhile and I've had a spurt of fantastic energy that has been missing for about, oh I don't know, maybe eight months.

I did the baby's laundry, worked more on her nursery and did some errands that have needed to be done for a long time, including a trip to the BMV yesterday. My driver's license still had our old address and I've been putting this errand off for exactly one year.

Of course, I wait until I'm 14 months pregnant to waddle into the branch for a simple address change but I was determined. It took forever and whenever I was tempted to walk out, I reminded myself that next time, I'll be waiting with an infant. So I sat and waited.

A numb butt, swollen ankles, multiple trips to a gross bathroom and three hours later, I'm finally sitting across from an employee who says, "Ok, I made the change, let's get your picture taken."

Duh. Changing anything on your license means you need a new one. I honestly thought to myself, "Maybe I look better than I feel right now." Because, you know, I enjoy lying to myself.

I promise, I'm not being modest. It literally is the worst picture I've ever taken and I've had some doozies. My face has "filled out" (a.k.a. fattened during the pregnancy), I'm wearing glasses because my eyes are too swollen for contacts, my hair is a mess from the 80 degree humidity and I'm exhausted from sitting in a hard plastic chair for hours.

I've procrastinated my whole life because typically I can get away with it and I don't learn a lesson. This time I did. Lesson learned: don't mix pregnancy and the BMV.